Chapter 45: Still have to fight
The more EQ-positive statement should be that artistic development must be based on abundant productive resources.
Even when Yu Shufan accompanied Jing Xiaoqiang out, he quietly complained about his low emotional intelligence: "No matter what, you can't say it so directly in front of the hospital leaders. Art can't be tainted by money!"
This is also the core value of almost all art schools.
Jing Xiaoqiang, who was several stories taller, chuckled: "If I don't speak in a vulgar way, how can I make the leader look elegant?"
He is almost fifty years old. In terms of work experience, he still has much more experience than the graduate student. Otherwise, how could a Chinese like him become the vice president of the West City Theater?
The leader was indeed elegant at the time. He just smiled and asked a few questions about the focus of this teaching and research course. He didn't even ask about Jing Xiaoqiang's identity.
Then he walked away as if nothing had happened.
Zhou Qingyun was beaming with joy. She mainly commented and praised Jing Xiaoqiang for his extensive knowledge and strong memory, and the high level of the songs he sang at will. She did not mention or comment on the singing skills of the songs themselves, and then told Yu Shufan to accompany Jing Xiaoqiang to see the show.
I went to my leader to report my work leisurely.
Before leaving, the look he gave Jing Xiaoqiang was to tell him to find a good location, or he would not be able to escape.
Yu Shufan obviously didn't understand that such sophisticated flattery skills were deliberately used to give the leader room to perform.
Otherwise, it would be boring if some people feel that the leader has given a far-sighted summary and it seems familiar.
The best thing for small people is to give a little spark and let the big people lead the times.
The female graduate student thought Jing Xiaoqiang was childish: "Okay, okay, this is the first time I've seen Lao Zhou so easy to talk to. You really are capable. If you have the ability, you are not afraid of anything."
Jing Xiaoqiang pushed his bicycle and looked around: "What do you think of that storefront?"
The vocal music graduate student observed blankly, "It should be empty. What's the house number? There shouldn't be many people here, right?"
Jing Xiaoqiang compared it to New York: "In fact, cosmetics stores are sold by word of mouth. The main purpose of opening them here is to meet the stage needs of drama schools and music schools. Look, there is a symphony orchestra over there..."
He suddenly thought of a question: Isn't this place near Uncle Cheng's house?
Or they could just use the garage as a store, but then they immediately rejected the idea of starting a family. It's not like they can't afford to rent a store, but using a private house as a store would definitely not pass the paperwork, and they couldn't afford to lose face when starting a family.
Just as I thought of this, Uncle Cheng appeared in front of me, swaying with his hands behind his back, and jumped eight feet high from a distance: "Come on! What are you doing?! What!?"
Jing Xiaoqiang was so scared that he looked around subconsciously. He was just shopping with a girl.
So he calmed down and then greeted him with a smile: "Oh, oh, oh, look at you. If I really become your son-in-law, my life will be too miserable. Please don't hurt me. Let me introduce you. This is Ms. Yu Shufan, a top student from the Conservatory of Music, and this is Uncle Cheng, the local tyrant on the street..."
The loyal and good lady pushed him aside in dissatisfaction, and extended her hand to introduce herself elegantly, but her nose hair probably ruined the view. Besides, Jing Xiaoqiang's note was in front of her, so Yu Shufan didn't want to pay attention to him. He pretended to look down and search his bag for paper and pen: "Then I'll write down this house number."
Then he simply said, "Then this is the house number. I'll go find Lao Zhou to report it. You guys can take your time to look at it. If there's anything else, call me again."
Ran.
Jing Xiaoqiang suppressed his laughter and said yes, holding Uncle Cheng's disappointed shoulders: "I think your mother might have deliberately asked someone to tell your fortune and let you keep your nose hair, just to cut off your chance of romance."
Uncle Cheng was so angry that he cursed: "Nonsense! Tell me the truth, what happened to that girl just now!"
Jing Xiaoqiang refused to say anything: "There are more beautiful girls in the drama academy. If you were my father-in-law, you would be too busy to handle the anger."
Uncle Cheng still didn't deny this: "You are enough to attract women in the dance hall. Alas, have you been to the dance hall these days? I am so bored every day."
After Jing Xiaoqiang moved up his fitness time, the time they had together became much shorter.
Now Jing Xiaoqiang plans to make this guy give up: "There is still more than a week left before our military training is over. I need to go to the airport to discuss something with someone. Do you want to go with me?"
Uncle Cheng is very sensitive about the network: "That stewardess?!"
Jing Xiaoqiang pointed at the surroundings and said, "Look, this area is full of old houses, high-end places, drama schools, music schools, concert halls, symphony orchestras , and we also have a theater over there. These are all places where you need to put on makeup to go on stage. There are also consulates and big hotels over there. These are also places where there are many wealthy foreigners. So I plan to cooperate with the flight attendant work department to open a cosmetics store. Do you want to go and see the flight attendants? There are many beautiful ladies."
Uncle Cheng had to choose between his father-in-law and his cronies, and decided to be selfish first: "Of course I have to keep an eye on you and see if you behave well. Then I'll consider whether to tell Nannan."
Jing Xiaoqiang stretched out his voice: "Oh, I'm so afraid you'd say oh... Then it's settled. When the cosmetics store opens, I will definitely give some skin care products to the old lady. I know your family doesn't want them, but you have to be polite. You should also show your courtesy to your wife. Do you want to apply for a discount card? Sister-in-law will definitely look much younger if she takes care of herself."
Uncle Cheng looked at Jing Xiaoqiang's military uniform and felt really amused. He was really satisfied with Jing Xiaoqiang, but his attitude didn't seem like that of a father-in-law and son-in-law.
Then I still wanted to drag Jing Xiaoqiang to play billiards and boxing.
The freshman rejected him righteously: "I want to be a useful person to society. I can't be idle like you all my life!"
Uncle Cheng was so angry that he kicked him, but he had a background in fighting.
Jing Xiaoqiang swiftly jumped on his bicycle and ran away. Uncle Cheng chased him for several steps and emphasized: "Remember to take me with you when you go to see the flight attendants!"
There was a snap of fingers in response.
Sure enough, I got back to school in time to catch the end of the afternoon training.
But Du Ruolan of the recycling team also wanted to take stock: "Where have you been?"
He tried to downplay the situation as much as possible, and it was obvious that he was forced into it by the situation. It would have been humiliating if he didn't come and ask.
Jing Xiaoqiang took the opportunity to teach: "Look, look , now it doesn't seem so beautiful, does it?"
In the end, he still underestimated the level of the acting girl. Du Ruolan looked at him with eyes: "Love is mostly unsuccessful. Either you suffer from the boredom of finally getting married, or you suffer from the sadness of not being able to get married... It's said in Fortress Besieged."
There is really a sense of sadness that is flowing back into Hanoi.
Jing Xiaoqiang nodded. "Although the writers of the books are all stuffy and talk nonsense, the summaries are still very insightful. Today I'm going to the Conservatory of Music to do some work. After the military training, I have to go to the airline to arrange makeup training with the flight attendants. Let me think about what else. Oh, there's a female graduate student at the Medical University. I'm busy."
Du Ruolan gnashed her teeth: "Then why did you come to provoke me?"
Jing Xiaoqiang was surprised: "Would you like some fez? It was you who jumped out from the crowd of vulgar women and somersaulted to me!"
Du Ruolan had to suppress her laughter: "It was you who acted crazy and stupid in the finance office and took advantage of her, and even touched Pan Yunyan's hand!"
She didn't realize that her tone was already coquettish.
Jing Xiaoqiang immediately calmed down and said, "No, no, you misunderstood. At that time, I was actually looking for a girl majoring in editing and directing. Then your father thought I was very honest and entrusted you to me. So from now on, we should still be master and apprentice. Don't let your father get high blood pressure."
Du Ruolan was already chuckling: “Then your singing is the most beautiful surprise!”
Jing Xiaoqiang chuckled: "It's not me who wrote it. The one who wrote the song is even worse. When a talented man is chasing a girl, he uses all kinds of romantic tricks, but when he gets into bed, he's ruthless."
Du Ruolan's blood pressure soared again and her face was dyed: "Men are really not good things!"
Jing Xiaoqiang nodded, "Women are different. When they are romantic, they are infatuated. When things are dull, they want to seek some excitement. Men have no money and stay at home to dance by the stove and wash clothes every day. They think they are useless. They work hard outside to chase after the wind and rain, but complain that there is no care and companionship. Although these are individual cases, men are fond of new things and do not dislike the old ones. Women are often infatuated and ruthless. They are the same."
Even though he was talking nonsense, Du Ruolan controlled her emotions and listened.
Beauty is like jade.
Quietly watching the teachers and students coming and going on the campus, their military uniforms were not too eye-catching, but the boy was tall and strong, and the girl was not very tall, but also talented, so everyone who passed by them would take a look.
Jing Xiaoqiang was thinking that the singing exercise this afternoon was actually quite tiring, so he wondered whether he should go back and get some fitness meal.
Then I heard Du Ruolan start to confront calmly: "What about the fitness and bodybuilding skills that Master promised to teach me?"
Jing Xiaoqiang immediately responded professionally: "Two simple suggestions. First, swim more. Second, train your back. You must spend time training your back muscles. In your case, you will definitely have round shoulders. Even if your figure is already very straight because of dancing, once your back is trained well, your upper body will be straighter and better looking."
Du Ruolan had to be surprised. She secretly lowered her head to glance at her chest, and then glanced at Jing Xiaoqiang's hypocritical look as if he was looking at the vast sky.
The calm expression that he had managed to maintain just now turned into a mixture of joy and sorrow, and the corners of his mouth kept trembling as he squeezed out the words: "Rogue!"
But it had no deterrent effect at all, and I felt like I was completely surrendering.
Jing Xiaoqiang didn't dare to flirt anymore and swallowed the most important suggestions.
In fact, Du Ruolan quickly blurted out the second half of her sentence: "I'm talking about scientific management of diet, don't you want to teach me? Let's go, be careful..."
Now they can have their daily meals together.
Just thinking about it, the girl felt her ears burning with happiness.
It was a beautiful and simple era.
